Do I sound as breathless as I feel?
“Thanks for getting my things.”
“No problem. I was thrilled to see you had emergency supplies.”
I laugh softly, doing my best not to stare at him. “You do know my brother.”
His gaze flicks away from me too fast, and he clears his throat.
“I know Justice. We’ve been through a lot, and he wants you safe above all else.”
He shifts the truck into gear and drives slowly toward the road, leaving the convenience store behind us in a downpour of snow.
“Have you heard from him and the others? I’m really worried about them. What if the road really is closed? They could be stranded.”
Now I’m talking too fast. Jeez, get a grip, girl.
For a beat, he just looks ahead, the angle of his jaw becoming more tense. “About that. Pretty much everyone got delayed.”
“Rosalie and Justice?”
He swallows loudly. “Yes.”
Spence tugs at his jacket collar.
“So they’re caught in the storm?”
“Yep.”
He’s usually not a one-word answer kind of guy.
Something’s up. “I hate that there’s no cell signal out here,” I complain.
“Complicates things,” he says stiffly as he skillfully navigates the deep snow.
Many things about the night are mysterious. Like why and how he knew to rescue me.
“How did you know to come looking for me?”
“I was at the resort on Wi-Fi and got a message that you were close. I knew how bad this road was getting when I came in.”
I feel his eyes on me and look over at him.
“I had to come get you.”
My tongue dips out, sliding across my lip because I need a drink of water ASAP before I go up in flames.
What would it feel to have a man like Spencer McCallister looking out for you all the time?
Safe.
The word makes me feel such intense longing; I have to look out the window to reorient myself.
“I owe you. As nice as that guy was, I didn’t want to sleep in the store on a cot.”
His voice sounds huskier when he says, “I want you safe, just as much as your brother.”
“When do you think they’ll arrive?”
